heard rumors, but nothing substantial.”
“My dad was wondering the same.” John frowned. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” Cort said, making sure that he enunciated as plainly as possible. He stood taller, although he still wasn’t as tall, or as big, as his friend. “Why do you ask?”
“Because that’s your second glass of champagne and you don’t drink,” John said flatly.
Cort held the flute up and looked at it. It was empty. “Where did that go?” he murmured.
“Just a guess, but maybe you drank it?” John replied.
Cort set the flute on the spotless white tablecloth and looked down at Maddie. “You’re keeping expensive company these days.”
She was shocked at the implication.
“Hold it right there,” John said, and his deep tone was menacing. “I invited her.”
“Got plans, have you?” Cort replied coldly.
“Why shouldn’t I?” came the droll reply. “Oh, by the way, Odalie says her Italian voice teacher is an idiot. He doesn’t know beans about how to sing, and he isn’t teaching her anything. So she thinks she may come home soon.”
Maddie felt her heart sink. Cort’s expression lightened. “You think she might?”
“It’s possible. You should lay off that stuff.”
Cort glanced at the flute. “I suppose so.”
“Hey, John, can I talk to you for a minute?” a man called to him. “I need a new combine!”
“I need a new sale,” John teased. He glanced at Maddie. “I won’t be a minute, okay?”
“Okay,” she said. But she was clutching her small evening bag as if she was afraid that it might escape. She started looking around for someone, anyone, to talk to besides Cort Brannt.
While she was thinking about running, he slid his big hand into her small one and pulled her onto the dance floor. He didn’t even ask. He folded her into his arms and led her to the lazy, slow rhythm.
He smelled of spicy, rich cologne. He was much taller than she was, so her she couldn’t see his face. She felt his cheek against the big wave of blond hair at her temple and her body began to do odd things. She felt uneasy, nervous. She felt…safe, excited.
“Your hand is like ice,” he murmured as he danced with her around the room.
“They get cold all the time,” she lied.
He laughed deep in his throat. “Really.”
She wondered why he was doing this. Surely he should be pleased about Odalie’s imminent reappearance in his life. He hated Maddie. Why was he dancing with her?
“I’ve never raised my hand to a woman,” he said at her ear. “I never would, no matter how angry I was.”
She swallowed and stopped dancing. She didn’t want to talk about that.
He coaxed her eyes up. His were dark, narrow, intent. He was remembering what his father had told him, about the boy who tried to throw Maddie out a second-story window because of Odalie’s lies. He didn’t want to believe that Odalie had meant that to happen. Surely her female visitor had talked her into putting those nasty things about the boy and his family on the internet. But however it had happened, the thought of someone manhandling Maddie made him angry. It upset him.
He didn’t really understand why. He’d never thought of her in any romantic way. She was just Pierce Lane’s daughter. He’d known her since she was a child, watched her follow her dad around the ranch. She was always petting a calf or a dog, or carrying chickens around because she liked the sounds they made.
“Why are you watching me like that?” she faltered.
“You love animals, don’t you?” he asked, and there was an odd, soft glow about his dark eyes. “I remember you carrying Mom’s chickens around like cuddly toys when you’d come over to the ranch with your dad. You were very small then. I had to rescue you from one of the herding dogs. You tried to pet him, and he wasn’t a pet.”
“His name was Rowdy,” she recalled. “He was so pretty.”
“We never let anybody touch those dogs except the man who trains and uses them. They have to be focused. You didn’t know.” He smiled. “You were a cute little kid. Always asking questions, always curious about everything.”
She shifted uncomfortably. He wasn’t dancing and they were drawing attention.
He looked around, cocked an eyebrow and moved her back around the room in his arms. “Sorry.”
She didn’t know what to think. She was tingling all over. She wanted him to hold her so close that she could feel every inch of his powerful frame against her. She wanted him to bend his head and kiss her so hard that her lips would sting. She wanted…something. Something more. She didn’t understand these new and unexpected longings. It was getting hard to breathe and her heartbeat was almost shaking her. She couldn’t bear it if he noticed.
He did notice. She was like melting ice in his arms. He felt her shiver when he drew her even closer, so that her soft, pert little breasts were hard against his chest through the thin suit jacket he was wearing. He liked the way she smelled, of wildflowers in the sun.
He drank in that scent. It made his head swim. His arm contracted. He was feeling sensations that he’d almost forgotten. Odalie didn’t like him close to her, so his longing for her had been stifled. But Maddie was soft and warm and receptive. Too receptive.
His mouth touched her ear. “You make me hungry,” he whispered roughly.
“Ex-excuse me?” she stammered.
“I want to lay you down on the carpet and kiss your breasts until my body stops hurting.”
She caught her breath and stopped dancing. She pushed back from him, her eyes blazing, her face red with embarrassment. She wanted to kick him in the shin, but that would cause more problems.
She turned away from him, almost shivering with the emotions he’d kindled in her, shocked at the things he’d said to her. She almost ran toward John, who was walking toward her, frowning.
“What is it?” he asked suddenly, putting his arm around her.
She hid her face against him.
He glared at Cort, who was approaching them with more conflicting emotions than he’d ever felt in his life.
“You need to go home,” John told Cort in a patient tone that was belied by his expression. “You’ve had too much to drink and you’re going to make a spectacle of yourself and us if you keep this up.”
“I want to dance with her,” Cort muttered stubbornly.
“Well, it’s pretty obvious that she doesn’t want to dance with you.” John leaned closer. “I can pick
